Monday, March 08, 2010


I get tired of me.

Some days, from the time I leave work at 5:30-6 ish until I return to work at around 8 the next morning, I speak to no one except myself.

While arguing is nearly nonexistent, it's really not that much fun talking to myself.

I get tired of me.

I have the same thoughts over and over. Or at least, variations of the same thought themes over and over.

I go through my mental list of people I wouldn't mind talking to and I find some lame excuse not to call any of them. Usually it has something to do with not always wanting to initiate the conversation. I end up sitting in my chair, falling asleep shortly after a valiant attempt at reading.

I'm not very good company. Many a good fire goes to silent waste under my watchful eye.

I can't wait to get to work in the morning.